My Father's Best Friend

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A/N: So far this is just a short story to try and rid myself of the writer's block/whatever the heck is going on with me in regards to Once Bitten.

This is an erotic age-gap (10 years) "forbidden" romance. There are sentences/words in German, which will have the translations in the comments. If I have translated/written anything wrong and you know German, please correct me so I can fix it lol I did what I could with my very limited knowledge and a translator. For some godforsaken reason I have a thing for romances where one of the characters speak a different language 🙂

This isn't edited at all so some things may not make much sense. Just FYI.

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I squinted at the brownie box, reading the instructions on the back. I told my dad that morning that I'd prefer making them from scratch and even gave him the ingredients, but he said it was so much easier just to buy the box.

Easier? Yes. Tastier? Absolutely not.

"You know Kleine, I don't think I've ever seen you take something so seriously."

I stiffened slightly at the voice, though I knew he'd come over. It was just something about the way his lightly accented voice sounded, the way his presence filled up a room. It was intoxicating.

I turned and faced my father's friend Kaspar, who stood just inside the doorway to the kitchen, his six feet eight inch frame taking up the majority of the space between rooms.

Guy was a giant, I swear.

His icy blue eyes twinkled in amusement as he looked down at me, and I couldn't help but notice his black hair was a little more mussed up than usual. The sides were kept trimmed, but the top he kept somewhat longer, the hair there always seeming to look like he just got out of bed.

He came over once a week to watch a movie with me, my dad, and my mom. Over the past couple of months, I had noticed a bit of a change in the way he looked and spoke to me. More...flirty. More forward.

I think the only saving grace was the fact he was closer to my age, rather than my dads. It didn't, however, fix the fact that he and my dad were friends.

I raised my eyebrows and shook the brownie box in the air between us. "Brownies are not to be taken lightly."

His smirk grew. "Of course not."

"You know Riese, I can feel the judgment from here." I frowned at him.

"Mm." He looked at the box in my hands as he neared. "No judgment from me. Do you need help?"

He always smelled of a musky cologne and mint. It tickled my senses like a sensual caress every single time he got close enough for me to smell him.

"I'll get the wet ingredients and you can mix?" I moved the bowl closer to him.

His eyes slid to me, a light hum the only noise of acknowledgment as I turned and grabbed the eggs and oil, and measured out the water needed for the mix. By the time I turned around, he already had the pre-made dry ingredients inside the bowl.

He slid the bowl back towards me and I measured out the oil before pouring it in and adding the water and eggs.

I felt his eyes on me the entire time. They burned into me in a way that made my body feel hot and made my breathing pick up.

I remembered the first time I met him. I walked into the house for our weekly movie night, complaining about the rain, when I quite literally ran into him. He didn't budge, but I fell straight on my ass. He had knelt, his light blue eyes wide, and asked if I was okay.